ISOLDE

I couldn’t think straight. His hand had found its way under my thigh again, warm and possessive, while my sister sat across from us, her mouth running with whatever nonsense she thought fit for a royal dining table.

We had already started eating, but I could barely touch my food. My appetite had gone the moment I caught Prince Finnian’s eyes. Just for a heartbeat, something flashed in them, hurt… or rage. I couldn’t tell which one.

But then, as quickly as it came, it was ...